Chapter 247 Do You Know I&##x27;m Looking For You

Sitting in the living room of the Mo Clan, Celia Ling was a little uneasy.

Everything she was familiar with ever seemed to have changed.

She heard from Rona that Ron was still in hospital. But his mood had finally stabilized and was finally
willing to cooperate with the treatment.

She went abroad this time for her son.

Rona explained as she poured water into Celia's glass. When they just had a few words, the
housekeeper's voice came from outside.

"Sir, who are you looking for? Excuse me... "

Celia Ling frowned. A handsome and cold man walked towards her.

"Celia."

When he called her name, Celia looked indifferent.

"Mr... Mr. Gu..."

Rona also stood up. Carlos glanced at Celia coldly. Then Rona looked at Celia. Finally, she had to
leave with the housekeeper.

"What are you doing here?"

"Come back with me!"

He smiled at her coldly.

"No, thanks." No more hesitation. "You must have gotten the divorce agreement."



Such an answer made Carlos angrier. Regardless of Celia's will, he pulled her arms and pulled her
forward.

Celia could never imagine how extreme he was.

He must be crazy in front of the Mo Clan.

Celia Ling frowned. She was too tired and weak to say anything. However, she insisted, "Carlos,
please let me go!"

Carlos seemed not to hear what she said at all.

Ignoring the Mo Clan, Carlos grabbed her wrist, dragged her all the way from the living room to the
door, then dragged her into the car and locked it.

Celia kept silent. She neither resisted nor fought.

She just sat there quietly without any expression on her face.

On the way back to the manor, both of them kept silent. They had always maintained the closest
relationship in the world, but now in the car, one was angry, the other was indifferent.

The moonlight fell on the woman's quiet profile through the window. Her long hair covered her lean
eyes. The coldness in her eyes was extremely beautiful, but was also very unfamiliar.

Carlos knew it clearly that she was forced to lock up in the car and did not argue with him. It was not
fear or ignorance. She didn't care about it at all.

"Do you know I'm looking for you?" The person who broke the silence at first leaned down and pressed
her in the car. Then he retreated gentleness and looked gloomy.

Celia understood that this was the real Carlos.



Even an ordinary sentence could be infuriated by his words.

"Do you know?" He said in a threatening tone at the end.

However, even with his sharp facial expression, the woman sitting next to him was not frightened at all.
She still had a calm face and said lightly, "I know."

When she came back, she heard from Rona that Carlos went to Mo Clan to look for her, but she did not
care.

"You know?" He smiled instead of being angry.

"Yes."

She answered calmly, as if it was not important to her.

They got off the car and arrived at Carlos' house. In the gentle moonlight, an idea struck Carlos as he
looked at Celia.

How could such a woman with no heart be his Sally!

She was not!

And that thought became the fuse of her fury the whole night. He held her arms and dragged her
towards the bedroom on the second floor without giving her any chance to break away.

For so long, he had completely considered her wishes and feelings, and had never been angry in front
of her.

But now he was in a towering rage and all he wanted was her.



If you want a person, you have to own her heart and body. If you don't have her heart, you have to
possess her body.

Celia was so exhausted that she didn't even have the strength to resist Carlos.

From the Mo Clan to the manor, he had been holding her wrist all the way. She was hurt by him. He
walked so fast that he ignored her. For a moment, Celia realized that it was the man she had met from
the beginning. This was what they should have gotten along with.

What he had done was too false.

The servants in the house were startled by Carlos' behavior, but they dared not say anything when their
master got angry.

"Carlos, don't touch me. Let me go -"

On the way to the bedroom, Celia didn't have any strength to say anything more.

He directly held her up and pressed her on the soft bed after they got back to the bedroom.

As a result, his sexual behavior was obvious.

Except for the first time they met, this was the first time for her to see him so angry.

Celia frowned. She resisted as she saw that Carlos was about to unbutton her shirt. However, to her
surprise, he ripped the shirt.

The clothes she was wearing were too thin to cover her whole body.

"No way!"



Her throat was hoarse and she was about to struggle in despair. However, she was stopped by Carlos'
deep and thick eyes. He kissed her viciously and freely as if he wanted to punish her.

He whispered in her ear, "why did you leave regardless of the consequences?"

Celia didn't know how to answer. Her long hair was messy and her face was red. She felt that she had
turned into a fragile person in front of Carlos.

It was not until he started to tear the dress off her body that Celia Ling felt that she had been molested
by him.

She reached out and pushed him away, but she was no match for him at all.

"Don't touch me. Let me go, Carlos -"

He looked at her and asked, "Celia, didn't you feel anything?"

She couldn't stand his cold tone any more. She glared at him with her tearful eyes, only to see that he
suddenly chuckled and then leaned down...

Celia could only feel that her tiptoes were trembling and her consciousness was chaotic. Such
inexplicable feeling made her discontented.

However, she didn't even have the strength to struggle or refuse.

Carlos felt that she was no longer as gentle and obedient as before.

She was such a fascinating woman.

"Celia, why did you leave?"



He bit her ears and felt her shivering. Finally, he kissed her lips directly.

"Please don't --"

It was too late to refuse.

She saw him smile, but her eyes were not sharp. However, her sanity had slowly faded away.

He put his arms around her waist and called her, "baby Good girl... "

He had done such an evil thing, but what he said was so gentle. Celia would only feel disgusted and
sick when she heard him cajoling Celia like this.

Her face was pale. She couldn't bear it anymore. So next time when he pinched her waist, she grabbed
his arm and bit it hard until she tasted the blood.

How could he only let her suffer?

She hated the physical disparity when they entangled with each other, but she hated herself more as
she was too weak to stand any wind, so she could only let he do whatever he wanted.

Especially when she remembered that he whispered "Sally" in her ear that night

She was completely tired of the game he was considering himself to be.

With more force, her nails pierced into his back, leaving a few scars of blood.


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